Everyday Miracles

A little while back Jeff and I  made the decision for me to stop selling my handmade items. It seemed like an easy choice at the time - I had so many orders over the holidays last year that all my spare time was spent crocheting. It was a blessing, but it also was a burden on my little family and they missed out on having their mommy around for Christmas. Oh I was there, but I wasn't really there.  
You can read more about that decision here.
Well...a few weeks ago I received an email from Bijou Market inviting me to apply for a spot in the upcoming market. I have done their Fall Holiday Market for the past 2 years and it has always been a great source of income for our family. At Christmas time, that is especially welcome and we have made more than enough to cover all of Christmas/traveling/etc.
So the thoughts started rolling around in my brain:  How can we make this work? What if I just stick to the owl rattles and the hats? What if I spend X amount of time per week and don't do custom orders....etc, etc.
You get the idea.  We contemplated all of our options and were leaning towards doing the market.
Just this last one. To help. With Christmas.
Except.
Except we had prayed. We had made this decision before.
We felt the peace that comes from knowing we made the right choice.
And that wouldn't go away.
I struggled for a few days.
We are doing okay financially, Jeff has a steady, good job. But we are students. Looking at 3 more years of debt. And this would help with that as well.
What to do...what to do...
Then I read these beautiful words from my sister in her post: Lately.  (Go read it. Please.)
She quoted me. She quoted my post about choosing not to work.
And I knew without a doubt that the decision we had made months ago still applied today.
We felt that beautiful peace again and we knew that we could make it work.
Somehow.

Last week, the everyday miracle came.
The assurance that we made the right choice for our little family and our sweet boys.
Jeff's doctorate started this month.  He has to have at least two internships. This while teaching seminary 3/4 time and taking full time classes.  Usually, they have to be unpaid internships (due to S&I (Jeff's work) rules).

He was called by one of the professors in his program who we respect very much.  (He is also in our ward and we adore his family.)
This Professor offered him a paid internship.
And Jeff's work approved.

I mentioned to Jeff that this might have been an answer to prayer and to our decision for me not to work.
Then on Sunday, that *might have been* turned into reality.  For a rare moment I was in Sacrament with only one child.  Tave was sitting quietly and I was able to really listen to the talk.  A sister in our ward spoke on recognizing the everyday miracles that occur in our lives.
I loved her thoughts and what she shared.
But I loved more, the overwhelming Spirit I felt that told me that the blessing of the internship was a direct result of our choice.
Tears came to my eyes and my heart was full.


Heavenly Father knows our family. He knows are needs.
I know that we are being blessed because we chose for my work to be our children.

I am truly in awe of the miracles that occur, daily, in our lives.